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Friday, February 26, 2016

New Release: Demoness Enchanted by C. Desert Rose

Welcome!

Today we are celebrating the official release of "Demoness Enchanted", Book Two of the Fate's Endeavor Series.

Blurb:

Normalcy,
was not a word recognized by Zita. Her entire life was nothing, if not
abnormal. Her family, herself, her entire existence, all of it;
unnatural. Yet, to her it was nothing but the truth of her actuality.
Such, was her life—making it to her normal, as she knew nothing else.
Still, it was what made her whom and what she was … a hybrid!

Roman;
a witty, silver tongued young man with an average life. He looked
forward to finishing High School and thereafter going on a missionary
trip to Brazil. He knew that something special awaited him there. What
he didn’t know was exactly how special it was.

Fate’s endeavor is Fate’s design, and Fate’s design is unlike any humanity has ever known.

Demoness Enchanted, the story of two completely different beings and the scheme which destiny has preordained for them.

The
Fate's Endeavor Series, surpassing the emotional fabric of angels and
demons and delving into the delicate threads which infuse Fate's
tapestry.

Excerpt:

I no longer saw any use in keeping track of time—it was nothing to me anymore.

Useless.

In actuality, everything was nothing to me now.

The void that consumed my heart was not an innate part of me. Melancholy was my mind. Malevolence, my spirit. Anger, my breath.

I pondered on how things changed just like that. How one moment in a being’s life could make all things different.

This was my life now.

Zita, the demon.

The
children were the only exception to that rule. They were innocent; did
not ask to walk the face of this miserable planet. Like me, they'd been
pushed into something that was not of their own choosing. They were my
only concern now. Some time back, I’d located an abandoned building and
made a home for the children and I in it. No one knew we were there, and
no one ever would. It was an old, haggard, battered place, but it had
four walls and a roof. That was better than beaten, wet boxes. I’d taken
care of making it habitable.

My secret had been well kept. I made sure of it.

I
toyed with the wicked at my whim. Took the very last cent that they
carried in their pockets, then made sure that the deed was completed by
their own hands—a deed that I’d prompted them to commit. Their
termination.

Perhaps I was wrong. Yet, the people I ended were even more reprehensible than I.

Immediately after my nightly hunt, I’d return to the makeshift home I’d created for us, and take care of them.

They need a mother. I shall be that mother.

I
had heard through the grapevine that there would be a missionary group
coming to town sometime soon. Little did I realize that it would be so soon. I couldn’t help but wonder what their true intentions were—these missionaries. If I so much as suspected that they had sneaky plans, I’d take care of them myself.

Early
morning peeked through the horizon—golden hues of sunshine beamed over
the hills and plains of Feijo. The sun made her entrance like a Queen
over her people, raising her fanciful scepter, bright and majestic.
Roosters announced her arrival, like nature’s heralds, crowing loudly
for all of the world to hear.

The
richness of the sun’s auspicious rays slowly grazed over the extent of
Feijo, little by little turning the purple shades of night into the
orange blush of morning.

From within
the bounds of the gray, peeling walls, and enormous windows of our large
room, I heard giant trucks running down uneven roads. People jargoned
loudly and scrambled around to get to their morning rituals. Market
owners prepared their kiosks, making them ready for the day’s business.
All of the commotion could be heard from within the thin shabby walls of
our provisional home, for provisional it was. At least until I had
gathered together enough money to give the children something better.

The
smell of freshly baked bread came wafting in through the open windows
which helped fully awaken me, and in turn, the remnants of the children
that still slept.

I could hear a little boy running and yelling down the road, “They’re here! They’re here!” he called euphorically.

Hmm, so they are here, I thought. This will be interesting.

“Josue, go see what’s going on.” I instructed when I saw Josue getting out of bed.

He immediately jumped out of the bed to wash his face, then quickly ran out the door.

“Children;
wake up babies,” I said softly as I shook Leilani tenderly. It was a
joy to see their innocent eyes opening every morning. Gratitude
displayed in the joyous smiled on their faces as they awoke in an actual
bed. Although tattered mattresses on the floor, this was better than a
cold, damp, ransacked cardboard boxes lined up in dark alleyways.

Anything is better than that.

“Let’s go see what these missionaries are up to.” I said tenderly.

“Okay.” little Leilani grumbled.

“Alright sweetheart,”

“Do you think they will have food?” she asked.

“I hope so baby,”

“Do
you think that they will share?” Leilani was so young, so naive. She
lost her parents at the hands of a brutal, vicious police officer. She
had no family left to care for her. It was Leilani against the world,
much like me. I had to protect her. She was only five!

Furthermore,
like I had once been, she too was so innocent, so guiltless. She needed
someone to care for her. I had no one and I would not let that happen
to her. I had to learn the hard way and I would free Leilani from that
miserable grief.

“Yes Ani, if they are
as nice as all the other children say they are, I think that they will
share,” I replied more so for her benefit than mine. “Alright Ani, let’s
get you washed up and dressed.”